January 14th, 2017
Absolution - The pretty reckless
She didn’t feel ashamed or embarrassed for what had happened between her and Theo. Sex with him was good, the guy was nice, well-hung, and he knew how to use his tool, but he was just something to pass the time a night she was lonely.
Feeling uncomfortable with him acting too familiar with her in front of Søren, she tried to put on her best poker face, not wanting anyone to notice her awkwardness. Of course, she didn’t owe the singer anything, but the way their relationship had developed during the last two months was something they couldn’t ignore any longer. And if that situation had happened the other way around, she would have felt like ripping the chick’s eyes out.
Even if she was still scared, afraid that taking that step forward could bring a lot of demons into her mind again, Leah had made up her mind. Fooling around through texts wasn’t enough anymore, that man was silently screaming at her to do the most indecent things to him, and she wanted to indulge herself a little.
Trying to be nice to Theo, and determined to talk with Søren at some point in the night—or act because she was a fucking bundle of nerves—she followed him when he asked if he could speak to her in private.
“I’m glad I got to see you again,” he said in a husky voice as he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “I was wondering if we could meet again when I come back?” He placed his hands on her hips, nose caressing her neck.
“You knew it was just a one-time thing.” She pressed a hand on his chest to stop him from going any further.
“But we had fun, didn’t we?”
“We did but that was it.” She chuckled, putting some distance between them. “This is what you wanted to tell me?”
“Okay, let me get straight to the point.” He softly laughed. “I have a friend in Nuremberg who I told about our night.”
“Hm?” Leah looked at him a bit lost, not sure where he was going.
He smirked. “You see... We have this friends with benefits kind of relationship, and well, you can call her a nympho”—he chuckled—“but she thinks you’re hot and wanted me to propose something to you...” He flashed her a playful grin.
Leah crossed her arms over her chest, eyebrows lifted, staring at him with a humorous look. Biting the inside of her cheek, she twisted her mouth to hold the grin, aware of what he was asking her. “And...”
“Why don’t you and the guys come to the city for a weekend, or just you, whatever, so we can have a little fun.”
“Call it what you want.” Theo laughed. “But yeah.”
“You know... I’d love to say yes, but I’m gonna have to decline your offer.” She chuckled. “I don’t roll that way.”
“Come on... Have you ever tried?”
“Once but it’s not my thing,” she confessed.
“That’s fucking sad ’cause I’ve been with both of you and I think it’d be a blast.”
Leah laughed. “I bet... But still no, thank you.”
“Well, you have my number, if you change your mind just give me a call.”
“Sure.” She smiled at him.
“Gonna go now, or they’ll end up kicking my ass,” he said, looking at his phone.
“Have a nice flight.”
“And again, congrats.” He moved closer to her and hugged her.
“Thanks.” She patted his back.
He let her go and smirked. “Hope you enjoy your night with a certain metalhead...”
“You know what I mean...” He winked at her and turned around, waving his hand as he walked away.
Shaking her head, grinning, Leah went back to her friends. Theo was without a doubt one of the most straightforward, open-minded people she had ever known. Clear and honest right from the start, he knew what he wanted and wasn’t ashamed to ask for it.
When she finally reached where her friends were, her brows creased a little when she didn’t see her favorite singer.
“Hey, Daddy’s girl...” Chris joked.
“Jesus! Stop it!” She rolled her eyes.
“What did he want?” Marc asked.
“Not going to tell you, you bunch of fucking idiots.”
“Come on...” Ian put an arm around her shoulders. “It was a fun story.”
“Oh, my God! Did you tell them?” Leah’s eyes opened wide.
“Well...” Chris shrugged with that damn proud expression across his face.
“Why the hell did I let you bug me until I told you? You’re the worst!”
“Eh, he likes what he likes, no judging, but your face was so damn funny when you were telling us about it.”
“Want me to get into the details of what his weiner looks like?”
“Ew, no, thank you!” Erik exclaimed.
“Jesus! She knows how to play!” Jørn laughed.
Okay, she understood that it could be hilarious the way she told them between beers. She didn’t use to fuck and tell—not to them anyway—but it shocked her in a cringy way more than she wanted to admit and needed to let it out. Alcohol and them being annoying as fuck about why she was quiet sure loosened up her tongue.
“You know we love you, don’t hate us.” Marc hugged her and kissed her temple.
“Yeah, yeah...” She put a hand on his face, pushing him away. “Where’s Søren, by the way?”
“Went out to smoke,” Ian told her.
“Okay. Be right back.”
“He’s in a mood,” Jørn warned her.
Leah nodded but still grabbed her coat and went to find him. He had been laughing and interacting with everyone until Theo joined them. She didn’t want to get her hopes too high, but she had a slight idea why.
As she stepped out of the building an icy wind slapped her face, making her shiver.
Right beside the entrance there was a group of friends cheerfully chatting and, a little further in the opposite direction, there was the huge, impressive frame of the metalhead she was looking for.
Small remains of snow creaked under her boots when she approached him. Feeling nervous, still unsure of what to tell him, she took a deep breath in.
“Hey...” she muttered.
“What are you doing here?”
“Can I talk to you for a second?” Her voice quivered but she hoped he didn’t notice.
“I think you know.”
“You don’t have to explain shit to me,” he scoffed.
“Then what do you want to talk about?” Søren huffed, throwing the cigarette stub to the ground.
She lowered her gaze and stared at her boots, heart pounding hard in her chest. She was famous for blurting out a lot of shit and didn’t want to mess this up, so she was trying to put the words together in her head before speaking
“I don’t have time for your fucking childish games.” Søren tried to walk past her, but Leah stopped him, putting a hand on his chest and slightly pushing him.
“Jesus! Can you just listen to me for a second?”
“What?” He almost growled.
“What the fuck’s wrong with you?” She frowned.
“Yeah, right.” She snorted. “Why are you so...” She trailed off as she searched for the appropriate word.
“So, what?” He was like a broken glass, full of sharp and dangerous edges.
“So fucking rude!”
He clenched his jaw and finally spit it out, pointing to the enormous building beside them. “What the fuck was that?”
“Seemed like a fucking mating ritual.”
“He was just being nice and wanted to congratulate us for winning.”
“Right.” He looked at her with condescension.
“You have no right to be jealous,” she blurted, annoyed. He said it as if he had been celibate all the time and that bothered her.
“Who says I am?”
“Your fucking attitude,” she retorted. “Tell me you haven’t been with other women during your last tour or this one.”
Søren didn’t answer and just stared at her, a stern expression on his face, not giving off a single hint of what he was thinking. But that silence confirmed what she already knew.
“Exactly what I thought.” She clenched her jaw, trying not to succumb to the whirlwind of emotions she had been trying to keep at bay for some time now.
“Look, you don’t have to explain shit to me. We’re both single and can fuck whoever we want. We’re just friends, right?” Poison poured from his words.
As much as it stung, he was right, but neither of them were acting according to the book because that kind of jealousy wasn’t supposed to be part of a friendship.
“That’s the problem.”
“What?” Søren huffed, exasperated.
Leah frowned. “We can’t keep talking the way we do and pretend nothing’s going on here.” She flicked her finger between them. “Friends don’t talk the way we do. This shit between us has gotten out of hand... I don’t want to continue like this. I can’t. It’s fucking confusing and I hate it—”
“You’re the only one confused, so stop fucking rambling and tell me what you want from me. I’m tired of this game.”
Her hieroglyphic, messy words didn’t seem to get to him so she tried to make it clear. She bit her bottom lip and moved closer to him, hooking her fingers into the loops of his jeans as she plunged her gaze into the beautiful and scary ocean of his blue eyes.
“I’m tired of fooling around, of looking for distractions... I want you.”
It was just a second, but she didn’t miss the flash of lust that crossed his eyes, lighting them up like the sky on a stormy night.
Next thing she knew, he had pinned her against the wall, strong hands on her face, touching her neck, forcing her head up.
Letting him kiss her with a raw passion she didn’t know she had missed so much, her hands moved up to his neck, desperate for more contact.
Without pulling away, she smiled as his greedy claim materialized in a soft, raspy groan when her lips parted, giving him a free pass to deepen the kiss.
As their tongues became engulfed in a forbidden dance, euphoria invaded her. Gentle and demanding at the same time, their mouths ravished each other as they did the last time.
Raging. Passionate. Electrifying.
He pressed his body against hers even more, no air passing through them. Then, his hands cruised down her body, cupping and squeezing her ass as he nibbled her bottom lip.
“Fuck...” she moaned.
“You better not run away this time,” he whispered against her mouth. Hot, smoky breath grazing her skin.
“Not a chance.”
He arched an eyebrow and a fucking sexy, devilish smirk spread on his lips as her hand moved down from his chest, reaching his belt.
“Do it,” he rasped.
His pupils blew and a deep, guttural sound died in his throat when she rubbed her palm over the growing bulge squeezed inside his jeans.
He kissed her again, and the pool between her legs soaked her panties as he hardened even more. Heat soared, encapsulating them in a flaming ball of desire as their breathing came out in sharp bursts and their hearts hammed in their chests.
“Holy fuck! I can’t believe it’s you! Søren?” A high-pitched, squealing voice pierced Leah’s ears, making her lose focus and groan out of frustration.
Ugh! Shit a brick and fuck me with it.
Søren huffed, reluctantly letting her go as he pecked her lips one more time before turning to the groupie. Yeah, only one of those would have been so rude and inconsiderate to interrupt them. Besides, there was no way she was someone working at the event because she was wearing crazy high heeled boots with a leather skirt that barely covered her ass—lace top of her stockings on full display.
It wasn’t that Leah was against that kind of outfit, not at all, but for fuck’s sake, they were in the middle of Winter, in Austria!
Her pussy must be frozen.
“Hi...” Søren nodded his head to her as she approached him, followed by a couple of friends that looked too drunk to speak.
Leah couldn’t hear what they were talking about since he had walked a couple of feet away from her, but the chick was shameless, ready to eat him alive.
Rolling her eyes and not wanting to see that scene any longer, she grabbed her phone and absent mindedly scrolled down on her Instagram account.
She wasn’t jealous or worried—okay, maybe a little because the chick was hot—but most of all she was annoyed because the fucking, noisy doll face had cock-blocked them.
Luckily for Leah, she was following a bunch of stupid meme accounts that helped to lighten her mood, although the uneasiness didn’t leave her completely.
“Hey...” Søren said when he finally went back to her.
“Hey!” she answered, putting her phone inside the pocket of her coat again.
“Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay.” She shrugged, not wanting to make a fuss out of it.
“It’s not always like this but I’m not that hard to recognize in these kinds of places.” He bitterly chuckled and then sighed.
“Shall we go back inside? It’s freezing out here.” She crossed her arms over her chest, rubbing them with her hands. It was really cold—under fucking 0°C—and that was the perfect excuse to avoid any awkward conversation after that bimbo had murdered their mojo.
“Leah?” Søren called, walking right behind her.
When she stopped and turned to him, he towered her. “We’ll be in Germany next week.” He swept a lock of hair away from her face.
“Yeah, I know, we have tickets for the concert in Stuttgart.” She gave him a half-smile.
“We’ll have time then,” he whispered against her lips as he cupped her face with both hands. “And if you’re free that weekend, you could come along with us.”
“The whole weekend?”
“Yeah, we have three gigs there.”
“And the guys?”
“They can suck a cock.”
Leah softly laughed. “Next week?”
“Yeah.” He nodded.
“Three days and three nights,” she repeated.
“I’ll be all yours whenever I’m not on stage,” the metalhead said in a very deep voice, touching his lips to hers, making a whole fucking zoo somerasault in her stomach.
“Sounds tempting...” Leah closed her eyes and inhaled his delicious woodsy scent mixed with leather and a few notes of amber and grapefruit.
“I promise it’ll be worth the wait,” Søren said before pecking her lips.
“Deal.” She smiled.